WHEN you conduct ghost tours you want the guests to get loud. You want screams and squeals.
You want women.
Most men have that acting tough thing. They want to lurk at the back, saying, "As if", or "Yea, I think I know what happened there". Then they give their friends that 'I'm not being fooled by this idiot' stare.
Male pride is laughable sometimes, laughable because it debars us fellas from enjoying ourselves as much as we could and also ensures we don't really - on something such as a ghost tour when you need to get into the mood - get value for money.
God, don't I know how fear of losing control can stop you enjoying yourself. I gave up dancing except verbally, or with a ball at my feet, at the age of 35. I miss it.
To massively generalise (by the way guides would be lost without the ability to make sweeping statements) from my experience more women believe in ghosts than men. Maybe the stories of wise women, female intuition and the like, is all about women simply being more open-minded. Or spiritual. Or just downright superstitious.
Anyway because women relax more; are more open to enjoying themselves on tours and not acting all gruff and sarcastic; and also often believe in 't'other side', then the best ghosts tours usually have a slight female majority.
Or a loud female minority.
The dream scenario took place on Saturday (16 Feb).
The two women, third and fourth from the right, in the picture above were, when we entered the dark under the Barton Arcade a glorious mess of screams and hysterical laughter. The real ghosts must have been terrified.
Anyway the squeals communicated to the rest of the group who then became more nervous about what might happen and more ready to laugh.
The result was we had an absolute ball of a tour.
Thank you ladies. You boosted the whole occasion.
Shame you didn't win the tour prize.
You want women.
Most men have that acting tough thing. They want to lurk at the back, saying, "As if", or "Yea, I think I know what happened there". Then they give their friends that 'I'm not being fooled by this idiot' stare.
Male pride is laughable sometimes, laughable because it debars us fellas from enjoying ourselves as much as we could and also ensures we don't really - on something such as a ghost tour when you need to get into the mood - get value for money.
God, don't I know how fear of losing control can stop you enjoying yourself. I gave up dancing except verbally, or with a ball at my feet, at the age of 35. I miss it.
To massively generalise (by the way guides would be lost without the ability to make sweeping statements) from my experience more women believe in ghosts than men. Maybe the stories of wise women, female intuition and the like, is all about women simply being more open-minded. Or spiritual. Or just downright superstitious.
Anyway because women relax more; are more open to enjoying themselves on tours and not acting all gruff and sarcastic; and also often believe in 't'other side', then the best ghosts tours usually have a slight female majority.
Or a loud female minority.
The dream scenario took place on Saturday (16 Feb).
The two women, third and fourth from the right, in the picture above were, when we entered the dark under the Barton Arcade a glorious mess of screams and hysterical laughter. The real ghosts must have been terrified.
Anyway the squeals communicated to the rest of the group who then became more nervous about what might happen and more ready to laugh.
The result was we had an absolute ball of a tour.
Thank you ladies. You boosted the whole occasion.
Shame you didn't win the tour prize.
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